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04-23-07, 12:40 PM
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Killing My conscience
IP: 9465 0DDF
You’re Killing My Conscience
My mind bleeds within, cant breath again My thoughts start to wind DOWN... With immortal sin Now let’s begin… The cold shoulders get FROZEN In time of space, as ANGER sits in as its potion Floating above all, these thoughts get pressured The eyes deceive the brain to release a bad lecture Textures of the thought sink a burden design Leaving a murderous thought that paints with a white outline Drool drips for taste of happiness again… My thoughts bend to a certain extent leaving my emotions bent Tropical Stormed Fallacies breeze on through Mirror Reflected actions pace me to think of only you Tears turn to acid; these acid drops burn my cheeks Breaking me down from seconds to hours to days to weeks Obsolete my emotions scream, MURDERING me incomplete Trying to stay afloat the madness, yet I’m still swept off my feet PIT… …PAT PIT… …PAT The water drips slow, matching my saliva Joking with my mentality, trying my best to be a survivor Telling myself, I’m better than this… I could do more Than raping my skin with sharp blades, my arm isn’t a WHORE! I feel my heart was catapulted to spikes of death The screams of terror burden my ears to go def. Stop fucking screaming… seriously what the fuck… I was by myself and the only one shrieking cries was me, dumb luck What is wrong with me…? I keep quavering... I keep shaking It’s like the thought of such guilt and pain is so breathtaking The Pain has now become so soothing… muscles are loose Duck, duck goose… The tip of the blade plays to spill blood paper; noose Withered down from all this excitement, my smile grows big I feel like a pig, rolling in the mud of disparity, the unhealthy pit. Shredding my appearance piece by piece, I have become naked Call me the bare truth and witness the very first act of hatred “My life; to good to live for so I ramble these words for you to face it Fake shit… fakes laugh and face lift with shit so basic This be the bitter truth, no good?... my emotions are tasteless. Ace of aces; I grow behind egos, call me faceless My words twist people’s thoughts and crush them; wasted.” I have expressed my shape shift… ….. for the brief moment in time To reply the thoughts of others… asking the question why? I leave a note under the bed covers for others to read They all did a good deed the bad seed was me So I met my match, in a battle between me myself and I The window opened a opportunity, that led me to fly Till the clouds turned red, and the rain became hail Skinning me to death… food for thought; for sale. *Rehab Center in California Jason Wallace a alcoholic recovers from his 4 year addiction and now owns his own business and lives a happy life with wife Bernice and kids jahton and baila Wallace. NO LINKS?? NO FEED NIETHER
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-Chalkin' Up Your Future Last edited by White Trash : 04-23-07 at 07:47 PM. |
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